Fantasy Harvest Moon Novels & Stories

The light in her sigil flared violently. Kaelen grabbed her wrist. “What is that?” She met his gaze, fear breaking through her composure. “The moon’s calling. The Harvest Moon—it’s early.” He looked up. Through the storm, the clouds began to thin, revealing a pale red glow seeping across the horizon. The moon, swollen and shimmering, climbed higher with impossible speed. “Too soon,” he muttered. “It wasn’t supposed to rise for another day.” A voice drifted through the air, carried on the wind. “The moon waits for no mortal vow.”

I slowed my pace as I began to hear music in the distance… I was getting close. I have always watched the harvest from the heavens. It is the night the packs come together under the alliance of the moon, to set aside their differences, and in some cases call a temporary halt to all-out war in order to pay their respects to my mother, the moon goddess. This is also the night the wolves are most likely to find their fated mate, as all the packs are present.

The last thing I wanted was to fall in the rough, rocky water below and be swept out to sea. Once seated I gazed out at the dark horizon. The glow of the moonlight glistened off of the crashing waves, silver strings against the stormy grey water. Glittering stars peppered the deep blue sky, winking at me as they danced in the darkness. I traced constellations with my eyes, thinking back on the stories Mains had told me about each one and it's creation. The moon was full and bright, the hints of a golden tinge dancing on the edges. The harvest moon was only two nights away, due the night of the festival, and as was the rest of my world, I saw it making its preparations for its great costume c

Willow Another sleepless night and another fight with Kyle… “I won’t allow you to go! You can’t go. You always come back with crazy ideas in your head!” Kyle shouts as I grab my satchel and throw my cape around my shoulders. “I AM going! It’s the Full Moon! Tonight is the Harvest Moon Esbat!” I yell. “There you go with the crazy again, Willow! You know you sound batshit crazy, right?” Why do I put up with him? Oh, right, because I’m fat and no one else is genuinely interested. Better the devil you know than one you don’t.

I guessed, her attempts of being nice to me paid off well—she officially became Nathan’s girlfriend at the very night they visited the spring. I heard Nathan told my mom about the night the pack went to bail on the Full Moon celebration to go to the spring and proved the fairy tales about Moon Goddess. He swore he didn’t hear any of my howling that time because they were trying to make an offering so the Moon Goddess would appear before them. However, while the Goddess didn’t appear, Selene was convinced that Nathan was her mate.

I know not of the extent of fatality to the shifters and I would not dare to explore it. The plant is a rare harvest. Only by the full moon, does it blooms. Once the sunlight touches the petals, it wilts away. The procedure of keeping the plant intact should be performed with utter care or it will quickly wilt before they could make good use of it. He nodded, "So rare that only the mountain of has it Anquioar. Truly, accumulating a single stem from this plant could cost a fortune."

Rafe suddenly turned around, as if he had forgotten our main objective for tonight. "Luna... you know I don’t really have feelings for you, right?" Rafe said, his eyes betraying a deep longing, which strangely hypnotized me. "Luna... it’s just the full moon," Rafe said again, pulling me closer. His firm grip caused my heart to flutter. I bit my lip, trying to hold back the overwhelming desire. But it was strange, both Rafe and I seemed unable to resist the compelling force of the full moon.

"A fated mate is a pull you have towards someone. Someone who was made by the Moon Goddess just for you. As soon as you find a fated mate, most times the pull is so strong, your emotions run wild and boom, you're having sex 24/7. A chosen mate would be more of a friend, or significant other who you might date and decide you want to take them as you're life long partner. Fated mates are treasured and very important in wolf culture, though. Some people think that if you reject your fated mate, you will be cursed." "What if you have a fated mate but don't want to commit to it yet?" "I guess you could date and take your time?" "And what is a Moon Goddess?" "The Moon Goddess is our higher power.

he asked. “Twenty-first of January,” replied Matt. “When is the next full moon?” asked Red. Matt took out his phone and did a voice search. “When is the next full moon?” Matt asked his phone. A woman’s pleasant voice was heard: The first full moon of the year, or what Native Americans call the Wolf Moon, will light up the night sky on January 28. Enjoy your camping, Matt! After the computer-generated voice, there was the sound effect of a howling wolf. Red smiled as he heard the sound effect while Matt immediately lowered his phone.

she said, her irritation fading into a smile as she grabbed her slides and took one last look in the mirror. The soft glow of her bedroom lanterns reflected off her ash-blonde hair, which she had twisted into a perfect, messy bun, with short curls framing her round face. Her pale purple eyes sparkled, flecked with hints of silver—a distinct mark of being Moon-Kissed. Soon, she thought, her mate would see her as she saw herself: beautiful, unique, a prize worthy of any Alpha’s daughter.